What happened yesterday was spinning in Xinqing's little head, and she seemed to be back to yesterday morning again:
In order to punish Zuo Sichen for being frivolous towards her, she accidentally tripped his stool. The scene at that time looked like this:
Zuo Sichen's veins popped out. He looked at the "concerned" eyes of the teachers and classmates around him and closed his mouth angrily.
"Continue class." The fragrance of flowers fell down and entangled itself in Zuo Sichen's flying hair.
He lowered his head silently, pressed his hand to Xin Qing, who was calm and composed beside him, and whispered a sentence in a low voice.
"There are so many chairs for you to choose from, why did you choose my chair to demonstrate?"
"Because it's closest to me."
"Then how can you save my face now?"
"Face, you have already fed the dog."
"How can you ask me to sit down safely next to you in the future?"
"Oh, just change seats."
"Xia Xinqing, did you do it on purpose?"
"So what."
"Don't you want to be my deskmate at all?"
"So what."
"Don't you want to be my girlfriend at all?"
"So what."
"Don't you dislike me?"
"Yes, so what...no!"
She turned back angrily, looking at someone behind her who was laughing so hard that the country and the people had been harmed because of the success of their plan. She couldn't believe that she had been roped in by such a childish question!
In the classroom, the air suddenly became stagnant.
The breeze passes by, and the faint fragrance settles and is blurred.
Zuo Sichen's beautiful eyes were flickering with ambiguity, "If this continues, I might fall in love with you."